Rift Between Brothers

Miriam waves to Arthur.
(Miriam)


Theodore Rowan says, "I sense a little bugger behind me."
Theodore turns to his brother.
(Theodore Rowan)


Arthur Rowan says, "--Careful who you call little."

Theodore Rowan says, "My senses never cease to amaze me."

Theodore Rowan says, "Tiny short girly boy."
The boy rubs his chin. His teacher had intended for him to come to this academy to have -fun-?

"I thought the point was totally different."
(Tlacaelel)


Arthur Rowan says, "Stop it."

Theodore Rowan exclaims, "Hahaha!"

Theodore Rowan asks, "How are you, brother?"

Miriam asks, "Pretty rude to eachother, ain't you?"

Arthur Rowan says, "I'm doing fine. Sort of... looking for a challenge."

Theodore Rowan says, "Duh, I am his older brother."

Theodore Rowan says, "I am supposed to bully him."

Elise Soyse says, "They say it builds character."

Theodore Rowan says, "Yeah, he sort of is standing up to himself moren ow."

Theodore Rowan exclaims, "Which makes me proud!"
Zenkichi dotes on that for a moment.

"Part fun, part learning. They go hand in hand, you know?"
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Tlacaelel asks, "...I was supposed to learn?"

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Y...Yes."
Arthur was on the lookout for potential challenges.

And while the eyes of a young Valmasian were traveling all around the square, his eyes were particularly set upon Elren, even if for a moment; the Drakanite would certainly make a worthwhile challenge, but--

-- for as far as he was concerned, he was far too behind him in raw power. Perhaps, he'd need to grow up a little first.

While the idea of challenging his own brother certainly flashed in his mind, he did spot Tlacaelel in the distance - apparently, someone whom has received his tokens previously.

Approaching closer, he spoke.

"Tlacael, also dubbed Cael."

"I, Arthur Rowan, challenge you for your Azraelite Token. Do you accept?"

--Hopefully he didn't sound like a total dork doing this.
(Arthur Rowan)

Zenkichi huffs, shaking his head!

"Lit--"
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Cael. My son."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "I was just about to tell you this, but I've put a bounty on your head in the Pleure Games."

Zenkichi Wvelven exclaims, "...Do good out there!!!"
Zenkichi disappears even faster than a Tilandre father figure. He was, after all, a ninja.
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Tlacaelel says, "............"
Crickets. Just dead fucking silence in the wake of what Zenkichi had just said. 'Cael's head slowly raises up, and then, he turns to the camera, blank-faced as all hell, appearing just -mad-.

"...The things I do for love," he deadpans.
(Tlacaelel)

Zenkichi appears from his disappearing act to take position up next to the samurai!
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Tlacaelel says, "<Screw this academy.>"

Mei asks, "o-oh?"

Arthur Rowan asks, "--Well? Is my challenge accepted?"

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Sup. I'm a ninja."

Elise Soyse says, "Speaking of tokens..."

Theodore Rowan says, "I think you scared him..."
Elise skips over to Cho.
(Elise Soyse)

If Cho wasn't careful, he'd mistake her leaning forward for curiosity, if not downright interest! The narrowing of her gaze is either diffused or intensified by a quick wink.

"I can teach all manner of things most suitable for a classroom - Philosophy, history, religion, culture, poetry, expression, including song... but not dance. Please do not ask me to teach dance..."

A shiver starts at the base of his spine and wiggles its way up to his shoulders. "Awful craft, I am sure you understand."

"If your tastes are a little more... insipid, then I can teach practical lessons on blacksmithing, artificery, earth and cosmic magic, as well as theoretical on plenty more fields."

Another wink follows, and he gives her an almost sinister look. "A fine woman once marveled at my many uses. I hope to finally put them to her use. I could think of no more important work for me to do than pass on my knowledge here at your fine academy."

With yet another bow, hopefully he's done talking - but not so.

"Fynis Nobright, at your service Mistress Cho."
(Fynis Nobright)

Cho Grauhimmel drops Azraelite Token x3.


Elise Soyse says, "Thank you kindly."
Elise Soyse picks up Azraelite Token x3.

Arthur already peeps at Elise after she got the tokens...
(Arthur Rowan)

Elise waves at him.
(Elise Soyse)

She would look over to Zenkichi and later gave them um...a nervous smile.

"u-um...its n-nice to meet you...mm..n-ninja-san"
(Mei)


Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "See that kid out there? With the white hair?"

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "That's my son."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "He speaks two languages and kicks ass."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "He's the coolest."

Mei asks, "o-oh?...your u-um..son?"

Mei says, "he looks...i-interesting..i a-assume he has a-alot of...c-character"
A light nervous laughter would later leave her lips..her right hand later raising to lightly scratch her cheek.
(Mei)


 She finds herself beginning to clasp a simple hand behind her back- her gaze beginning to flutter in what seemed to be mild wonder. In any event, the woman merely taps her foot upon the cobblestone in wonder- a hand lightly brushing through her locks as she speaks. "..History then, the rest- as far as blacksmithing and what not can do when you feel like doing some 'extra-curricular' activity." She says while beginning to clasp her hands behind her back.

 "...Mn, I see."

 Not many people are capable of becoming phantoms. These disappearing acts were things that she had expected....Things that even she had done before. But to digress, the woman waves a hand. "Welcome to Pleure Academy, Fyns Nobright. I'm certain that you'll be put to the test here along with your many uses."

 A brief nod is given within his direction as she turns upon her heel. "We'll be speaking later, by the way." Awave of the hand is offered. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a few things to take care of for now though."
(Cho Grauhimmel)


Cho Grauhimmel says, "Oh right."

Cho Grauhimmel asks, "And you. Did you sign up?"
Tlacaelel spins around, facing Arthur with no small amount of shock on his face that he was just challenged, out of the blue, when he'd just registered for this damn thing.

...It was to be expected.

The other kid looked young as shit, but he knew that didn't mean anything. These little kids could be strong as hell. Relative to him atleast, a rather lackluster magi for his age.

"You're on!"

A shroud of energy manifests around him as he accepts the challenge, finger pointing toward Arthur afterward so that he could beckon him forward!
(Tlacaelel)


Na'atl says, "N-No."
Zenkichi nods his head thusly! Giving a firm little 'hmph!' in confirmation.

"There he goes!" He points to Tlacaelel, giving a thumbs-up to encourage him. For what it was worth.
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Theodore Rowan says, "I'll watch."
There was a small smirk painted over Arthur's face at such exclamation.

It pleased him to hear that there was challenge to be had, and with that, he motioned Tlacael to follow along; the red haired youth turned around, seemingly walking off elsewhere, if only to add.

"Excellent. Please follow me to appropriate battlegrounds."
(Arthur Rowan)

Fynis clearly has a dirtier mind than the headmistress, as he can't help but chuckle and bite in to his lower lip with those ghostly fangs.
(Fynis Nobright)

Arthur knew there will be no room for mistakes in this battle.

The arcs of lightning have circled him, clearly preparing the youth to the combat that's about to happen - one could already guess just what sort of magics he wields, with the bits of water and lightning, along with the wind, running across his body.

One that would soon weather the Storm.

"Prepare yourself, then."

"And good luck."
(Arthur Rowan)

You have 1 hour, 55 minutes left until your next check. You currently qualify for an RPP reward in the upcoming check!

Jin is now observing Tlacaelel

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Notices that all the seats are taken, the boy squints before letting out a sigh, allowing himself to levitate ubove everyone else, to watch the fight from a higher place, while lying on his side mid-air.

"Don't take too long, Arthur."
(Theodore Rowan)

Theodore Rowan is now observing Arthur Rowan

Your body begins heating up painfully!

Miriam is now observing Arthur Rowan

Zenkichi Wvelven is now observing Tlacaelel


Tlacaelel says, "...whew..."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "You got it! Just keep it up."

Jin says, ".. Huh, he actually won."

Theodore Rowan says, "Disappointed."

Theodore Rowan says, "You can do better Arthur."
'Cael pants exhaustedly. There was no way a kid this much younger than him should be giving him this much trouble. He definitely was really bad at this.

"I don't even know what makes people wanna do stuff like this on their own - but you're really good."

The boy raises his dagger, swiping underneath his nose in preparation for what was sure to be a difficult encounter the second time around as well.
(Tlacaelel)

Elise Soyse is now observing Arthur Rowan


Tlacaelel says, "<His brother has a lot of confidence in him. It's...kind of cool.>"

Theodore Rowan says, "There's someone checking you out, ninja guy."
Not good enough.

Arthur has performed way better than this in the past, and to be losing now, just like this? Unacceptable. Besides, there were Tokens at stake; swarming himself in the crackling of lightning, mix-matched with the streams of water, the dirtied face of Valmasian frowned.

This can't be it. For as long as he's able to continue, he will.

"--I'm not done yet."
(Arthur Rowan)

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Your body begins heating up painfully!

Your body begins heating up painfully!


Zenkichi Wvelven says, "GET HIS ASS."
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Theodore Rowan says, "I can't watch this."
Zenkichi, upon seeing Tlacaelel win, absolutely loses it. He LEAPS into the air, does a sick fist-thrust into wide open nothing, only to come back down onto the park bench with a solid THUNK.
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Theodore Rowan says, "I'll go take a walk."

Zenkichi Wvelven exclaims, "That's how you do it!"

Canna says, "Calm down Zenkichi.."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Listen."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "I am a proud father right now and nothing can rob that."

August asks, "D- Dad...?"

Canna says, "Shocked you actually got laid."

Jin says, "--"
Zenkichi pauses.
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "I got laid?"

Canna says, "If you got a kid then yea, unless you're just pickin up strays like Amane and Ikkaku."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "I guess I do take after my teacher, then."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Adopting is a good thing, you know? Helps kids off the streets."

Jin says, "The not getting laid part, or the ad--.."

Canna asks, "You know if he escaped Zheng?"

Jin says, "Oh."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "No clue."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Haven't talked to him in years."

Canna says, "I've been too distracted trying to rob Eiphraem to find him.. eh."
The fight is fast, furious, closed out with the boy ejecting a stream of energy from his palm - restrained - with intent to bludgeon the other boy into submission. This had taken a lot out of him, which he honestly hadn't been expecting.

The other kid had fought well.

'Cael embeds his dagger into the ground, sighing heavily. Whew. The boy falls flat backward on his ass, looking skyward with sweat dripping from his face...

"Is your brother...always like that?"

For whatever reason, that's the first thing he asks.
(Tlacaelel)


Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "You're trying to rob Eiphraem?"

Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "How's that going for you?"

Canna says, "Tried, walked right up, tossed a dagger in the air, put it to his throat.. aaand he tried grabbing me."

Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "He grabs you too?"

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "He does that to me all the time."

Tlacaelel asks, "...Why are all of your friends bad people, sensei?"

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "With his weird fishhands."
Canna chuckles and says "Nah, he's too slow to catch me."
(Canna)

"Because I'm probably a bad person too." Zenkichi admits.
(Zenkichi Wvelven)


Canna says, "Zenkichi is the worst."

Canna asks, "known him now for shit.. ten years?"

Canna says, "Hello Cho.,"

Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "...You've known me???"

Zenkichi Wvelven asks, "When did we first meet...?"
Despite the fact that defeat has hurt him plenty, the fact that his brother just decided to leave like that hurt him even more- he couldn't help with the raw power that Tlacaelel had in him, and with the overwhelming strength of energy and flames that seared him, eventually, he has fallen.

If only to promptly get up, dazed, silent.

There's a frown at the trail that his brother left upon walking away. Arthur couldn't help but divert his gaze elsewhere, a look of shame upon disappointing his brother - he did take on a stronger opponent at such younger age, but--

-- he was expected to win. Was it fair to truly expect him to? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

It didn't matter. This would cause a rift between the brothers.

He wiped at his eyes - they were watery, even if slightly, and it wasn't even due to losing the Token, no. How could Theodore just utter such things about him, here and now? It was cruel.

"--Take your token."

"You... you won."

He didn't say anything else, nor he answered Tlacaelel's question.
(Arthur Rowan)


Cho Grauhimmel says, "Hello."

Canna says, "known, seen, never really bothered to talk to you, same difference."

Zenkichi Wvelven says, "Ah."

Cho Grauhimmel says, "Mmmhm."

Cho Grauhimmel asks, "Is there something that you need?"

Canna says, "Me? Nope, just greeting you while I sit up here."

Cho Grauhimmel says, "Ah, I see."
Canna turns to face down the steps to look at the goat person. She clicks her tongue and says "Don't think I've ever heard of you before." obviously talking to it.
(Canna)

Elise quietly peers to the Illaron copycat as she slowly approaches bearing a curious look.
(Elise Soyse)

Ovine eyes scanned over the crowd of children and their older guardians, silently scrutinizing each figure. Some of them were familiar, but only a few. The ram headed archon eventually cleared its throat, looking to the necromancer who stood opposite of him.

"Greetings," it spoke, nodding briefly to the arrival of Malgannan. "I am here merely in search of a trinket, a pendant of fire. Nothing more. You are, mm.. safe as you are."
(Lugonqi Alazauq)

Canna raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"Well, you're interesting, but I wonder how you'll compare to Tragedy. I also kind of wonder how long it will take for me to irritate you. I'm great at that."
(Canna)

'Cael like..stares at Arthur. He takes the token, but he's genuinely baffled momentarily. Tlacaelel is mildly...idiotic, to put it bluntly, and certainly a rather simple fellow, but he isn't so devoid of empathy or emotional intelligence to tell that whatever had happened would be the catalyst for something troublesome for Arthur.

So he takes the token, but he also, in the same vein, hands the other kid something back, some sort of compensation - he was weird like that.

"I didn't...I wasn't..."

He feels awful, but that was where that inability to socialize barricaded him from expressing what he felt properly. Cool wasn't really the word one could use to describe the autistic Gehennan. The kid kind of frowns up, passes Arthur something as the kid passes him something, and then straight-faces.

"You don't need to be mad, you did really good, and I just thought it was stupid how..."

Words werehard.

"Sorry," he finishes lamely, and then kind of starts walking off with the token, looking at it sort of dejectedly.

He just wanted to make friends, man.
(Tlacaelel)


Click, click, click. Tangled knots of grass shatter underneath heel- ice spiderwebs across the lands as the necromancer appears from the crowd- somewhat curious of the gazes that had been shot within the direction of Lugonqi. "Mildly curious, but it's oddly hard to believe that you've come all this way for a fire pendant...Whom exactly are you getting this from?" She questions, tilting her head. After all...

 Could you blame her if it seems a little farfetched?- not that she's looking to battle or anything either, she's just terribly, terribly curious.
(Cho Grauhimmel)

An odd sense of familiarity dawned upon her, however could not put her finger on it. She hasn't seen any figures like him around, and he definitely did not look like the Archon of Creation at all.

Crossing her arms, she leans to the lamp post by her as she blurts out in reply. "So you're looking for a runesmith huh?" She asks.

Still, her eyes gazed and squinted upon him, attempting to appraise his identity. She was just too thematically oblivious.
(Elise Soyse)

'Cael like..stares at Arthur. He takes the token, but he's genuinely baffled momentarily. Tlacaelel is mildly...idiotic, to put it bluntly, and certainly a rather simple fellow, but he isn't so devoid of empathy or emotional intelligence to tell that whatever had happened would be the catalyst for something troublesome for Arthur.

So he takes the token, but he also, in the same vein, hands the other kid something back, some sort of compensation - he was weird like that.

"I didn't...I wasn't..."

He feels awful, but that was where that inability to socialize barricaded him from expressing what he felt properly. Cool wasn't really the word one could use to describe the autistic Gehennan. The kid kind of frowns up, passes Arthur something as the kid passes him something, and then straight-faces.

"You don't need to be mad, you did really good, and I just thought it was stupid how..."

Words werehard.

"Sorry," he finishes lamely, and then kind of starts walking off with the token, looking at it sort of dejectedly.

He just wanted to make friends, man.
(Tlacaelel)

Tlacaelel drops Magic X.

Malgannan drops Magic X.

Malgannan picks up Magic X.


Malgannan says, "..."

Malgannan says, "I have things to sell."

Malgannan asks, "Who here buys things?"
Canna points over to Cho and says "I'm going to go right over there. Okay? Alright, good."
(Canna)


Cho Grauhimmel asks, "Hm?- What are you selling?"

Malgannan asks, "Khaine?"

Malgannan says, "You have some nerf showing up here."

Cho Grauhimmel says, "Yeah Khaine, you have some nerf..."
Canna whispers something.


Louis Jager says, "I need my three tokens."
Cho Grauhimmel drops Azraelite Token x3.

Louis Jager picks up Azraelite Token x3.


Louis Jager asks, "Jin, you wanna scrap for some tokens?"

Cho Grauhimmel says, "Remember, everyone- one token per battle to not lose all of them at once. "

Jin asks, "Can we do it in a bit?"

Louis Jager says, "Sure."
Canna whispers something.

Just how could this happen to him?

Whether it was because he greatly overestimated himself and took upon the stronger foe, or simply because he was not good enough, the result was already clear - he lost, and that stung his pride.

But what can pride compare to family ties?

It wasn't enough that Arthur already felt bad about this defeat, but it felt like a literal stab in the young boy's heart to see his older brother dismiss, and quite literally verbally disown; to reject him like this during his hardships and simply move away, it--

-- it hurt.

He kept silent. He couldn't just fall to his sadness right infront of everyone. How embarrassing that would be to happen right here and right now?

Despite all that, the trails of watery paths have been running down his cheeks- this time around, it wasn't his water magic's presence, no. His sorrow was apparent, and the child sobbed.

To an offered gift? Rejection. Even if Tlacaelel tried to literally place it in Arthur's hand, it would slip, if only to crash on the soft grass. A silent mutter under his breath followed.

"No... I don't... no..."

Arthur turned around, leaving. Stuffing his hands in the pockets, and lowering his head, he was absolutely silent in his defeat - his expression spoke louder than any words could, anyway.

And if no one picked up the gift?

It remained there, laying on the ground. A reminder of his shame.
(Arthur Rowan)